[He doesn't maintain eye contact, shoving his hands in the pockets of his pants and hunching his shoulders, ducking away and looking shorter still than he already was. He was more critical of himself than the others, really, and so often they ignored Karamatsu completely, but Ichimatsu couldn't, not entirely. Not when he was so... there all the time. Supportive. Embarrassing, and painful, but supportive, and helpful, and willing to take the fall and help any of them out.]
[He huffed, scuffing his shoe against the ground.]
What, are you saying you're not my brother, now? My, what is it-- buraza?
[He struggles with the English pronunciation, recoils from it like it tasted funny to say, and then fixes Karamatsu with a disgruntled half-glare.]
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[He huffed, scuffing his shoe against the ground.]
What, are you saying you're not my brother, now? My, what is it-- buraza?
[He struggles with the English pronunciation, recoils from it like it tasted funny to say, and then fixes Karamatsu with a disgruntled half-glare.]